He has them bring them bring him the mercenary before he decides what to do with him. An American, he was told when he had been searching for someone to handle a few delicate jobs, and it's a sign of how well things have progressed in Boston that he didn't immediately doubt the man's commitment to their seedier side of life. He hadn't expected it to be necessary for him to question the man's sanity along with everything else, but then insanity, in some forms, tends to be useful more often than not. It's not helpful in the least though when it gives a conscience to a man whose profession is meant to be a murderous one and Alfie isn't sure what in fucking hell his cousin had been about in recommending him. The lad was blind, not stupid, so it's a bit mystifying that he missed something so problematic to their enterprises as a Jiminy fucking Cricket hiding away inside a man's head.
"The son of a rabbi, eh?" Alfie asks. "I imagine," he continues carefully, "that with such a distinguished fucking parentage would have given you a finer understanding of how imperative it is for us hardier souls to commit certain atrocities so that others might live untroubled lives with their own fucking consciences kept clean." He regards the man before him. He's attractive, Alfie decides absently, if not exactly pretty in the way Alfie prefers them. His appetites occasionally extend to more than prettiness though and there's a certain appeal in sinking his fingers into wounds of the mind to give a man's anguish a physical form. "Every fucking child in that camp is a religious fucking zealot in the making. Eradicating them from the face of the earth now is a kinder fate than they will meet if they're allowed to continue killing our people indiscriminately." He makes an absent, general gesture at the last words, not fully sold on that line of thinking but using the idea to suit himself.
There are countless of better uses for his money and time than the conflicts that occur daily across the ocean but he's drawn to the violence in the ease - so fucking sure that he's meant to have cut his teeth on the monstrosity of war that he's been slowly amassing leads on profitable prospects he can use to bolster his presence in the region since he was able to look up and away from his own fucking streets. The area is an enviable mess but as long as he occasionally fills the requests of the Israeli agents who burrow into his organization Mossad itself tends to ignore the shadier aspects of his businesses and Alfie isn't about to let the arrangement to fall apart because of one man's fucking qualms.
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Date: 2022-05-07 12:26 am (UTC)"The son of a rabbi, eh?" Alfie asks. "I imagine," he continues carefully, "that with such a distinguished fucking parentage would have given you a finer understanding of how imperative it is for us hardier souls to commit certain atrocities so that others might live untroubled lives with their own fucking consciences kept clean." He regards the man before him. He's attractive, Alfie decides absently, if not exactly pretty in the way Alfie prefers them. His appetites occasionally extend to more than prettiness though and there's a certain appeal in sinking his fingers into wounds of the mind to give a man's anguish a physical form. "Every fucking child in that camp is a religious fucking zealot in the making. Eradicating them from the face of the earth now is a kinder fate than they will meet if they're allowed to continue killing our people indiscriminately." He makes an absent, general gesture at the last words, not fully sold on that line of thinking but using the idea to suit himself.
There are countless of better uses for his money and time than the conflicts that occur daily across the ocean but he's drawn to the violence in the ease - so fucking sure that he's meant to have cut his teeth on the monstrosity of war that he's been slowly amassing leads on profitable prospects he can use to bolster his presence in the region since he was able to look up and away from his own fucking streets. The area is an enviable mess but as long as he occasionally fills the requests of the Israeli agents who burrow into his organization Mossad itself tends to ignore the shadier aspects of his businesses and Alfie isn't about to let the arrangement to fall apart because of one man's fucking qualms.